Part two of father. Yk she doesn’t remember how on the one Friday a week that we saw him he would take us to his mom’s house and go upstairs and play on his Xbox instead of spending time with us or how he would insult my mom right to my face and get mad when I would defend her. I dunno but this rant is over and I hope to never have to speak to him again even though that means I won’t be able to speak to my half sister for a while since he’s the form of connection that I have with her because we don’t have the same mom.